Amber Alert may run out of gas before the finish line, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t still worth climbing into the passenger seat and going along for the ride.

The filmmakers give birth to a new nightmare, one overflowing in possibilities and, it should be noted, several purposefully unanswered questions. Azrael is a blood-soaked blast.

Surprisingly funny and centered on a wonderful performance from Glowicki, Dauterman proves to be an inventive filmmaker with plenty of original ideas.

This Speak No Evil may not sever the jugular, but it does leave a handful of cuts and bruises. Sometimes that’s enough. This is one of those times.

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice gets so much right it’s easy to gloss over the majority of its more obvious missteps.

Between Backcountry, Pywacket, and now Out Come the Wolves, I suspect that heading out into the woods with director Adam MacDonald could be an exceptionally bad idea.

There is a beauteously ruthless toxicity to Mollner’s cruel world that’s honestly glorious, and for those that get on his wavelength, Strange Darling is a great deal of malicious fun.

I felt like watching Crescent City was a waste of my time, and as far as I’m concerned that says it all.

As a straightforward monster-in-a-haunted-house variation with an exceptionally high body count, Alien: Romulus tends to be a lot of suitably nasty fun.